“And that means you can’t be naked? I work the nightshift sometimes. That means there are going to be times we play during daylight hours.”
“Yes, but, we’re not . . . I mean, we’re about to eat.”
She felt flustered. Out of her depth.
“You’ve never eaten naked?”
“Not really.”
“Then today is a big day of firsts for you. Lose the shirt. Now.”
When he used that voice, she was hard-pressed not to obey. She grasped the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She placed it on the counter as Jake ran his gaze over her hungrily.
“I’m never going to get tired of the sight of you.” Reaching out, he flicked her nipple. “Damn, we better eat before I forget we’re both starving and take you right here.”
She didn’t think she’d object to that much, but he turned away and grabbed both bowls of soup.
With a disappointed sigh, she picked up the plates of grilled cheese and the cutlery. Jake returned for the orange juice. She gingerly sat at the table and reached for the spoon.
“Put the spoon down and stand,” Jake ordered. She turned to look at him as he left the room, returning with a cushion. She gave him a grateful smile as he placed it on the hard, wooden chair. Then he turned the chair so it faced him. “Sit and spread your legs wide. Good. Now place your hands under on top of your thighs and don’t move them.”
Oh, God. What did he have planned? He pulled her soup towards him then spooned some up and blew on it gently. And to her shock, he held the spoon up to her lips.
“Open.”
She did as commanded, letting him slip the spoon between her lips.
“Good girl.”
“I can do that myself, you know.”
“Of course you can,” he replied easily, spooning up some more and testing the temperature again. “But I wish to.”
Her insides melted. When had someone last fed her? When she was a kid, she guessed. This wasn’t exactly what she expected from a Dom, that he could take a crop to her ass and an hour later, blow on her soup to cool it as he fed it to her.
She was still feeling kind of off-balance, being naked while he was dressed, especially in broad daylight, but he barely even glanced at her. Which was kind of disappointing.
A drop of lukewarm soup landed on her chest.
“Whoops,” he said with feigned innocence. “Let me clean that up.” Leaning in, he licked the soup off her breast. She sucked a breath in, her nipples tightening. But he turned back to the food, picking up half a sandwich, which he held to her mouth. She took a small bite, chewing. Then shook her head as he held it up again. “I’m full.”
His gaze narrowed. “You’ve hardly eaten anything.”
Yeah, but the knot in her stomach meant she couldn’t eat much more without feeling ill.
“What about some more soup?” He held up a spoonful and more dripped down onto her breasts. One drop ran down to her nipple. He chased it with his tongue, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking strongly.
“Oh, hell,” she cried out. It took all the control she had not to reach up and wrap her hands in his hair. He moved his mouth to her other breast, sucking on that nipple until her breath came in sharp pants. She was so close to the brink, she could feel the beginning of her orgasm.
He drew away and reached for a sandwich, taking a bite as he leaned back in his chair and watched her. His gaze ate her up.
“Being naked is good for you. You’ll get to see how much I admire your body and stop worrying about your appearance.” He grinned. “We’ll call it Dom therapy.”
She snorted at that. “Somehow I don’t think that will take off.”
“No? Oh, well, maybe it won’t make me millions, but I’ll get a lot of enjoyment watching you walk around naked. And you might just learn how fucking beautiful you are. I don’t like you thinking otherwise.”
“You’d think a therapist wouldn’t have so many hang-ups, right?” Just because she knew better didn’t mean she could necessarily stop the negative thoughts and actions.
“I don’t know. I get the feeling you were so busy taking care of others that no one looked out for you. You probably had everyone around you fooled into thinking you didn’t need anyone, but when you give all of yourself, you need more help than anyone. You need someone in your corner, watching out for you, reassuring you that you’re wonderful exactly as you are.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”
He smiled. “Except for my stint in the Navy, I’ve been right here, in this town.”
“And you love it here.”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Me too.” She wished she could stay. She wished she’d moved here a long time ago.
“I’m glad. Everyone loves you. You’re meant to be here, Molly.”
He moved the empty plates away then patted the table. “Now get your ass up here.”
Her eyes widened, her breath coming faster. “Can I take my cushion?”
“Nope. You’re just going to have to put up with the discomfort of sitting on a sore ass. But I think I have something that will take your mind off the pain.”
He better.
She sat on the table, wincing. Although the coolness of the surface was pleasant against her hot skin, she wouldn’t want to sit there for long. Jake spread her legs apart, his gaze resting on her exposed pussy. She blushed a little as she realized how on display she really was.
“Lean your hands on the table behind you,” he ordered in a gruff voice. “I’m going to play, and you’re going to keep your hands there. And if you’re a good girl, then you might just get to come.”
Oh, fuck, yes. She quickly put her hands behind her then leaned back. He chuckled. “I don’t think you’ve ever obeyed me that quickly before.”
“You said the magic word.”
“Come?”
“Yep. Oh, please let me come.”
He ran his hands up her thighs, just stopping short of her mound. “Hmm, let’s see. You were a good girl. You took your punishment well and you didn’t come even though your clit was swollen, and your pussy was soaked with your juices.”
Oh, Jesus, had anyone ever talked to her like that before? That would be a big, fat no. He spread open the lips of her pussy. “And your clit is still swollen, isn’t it? I bet it’s throbbing something fierce.”
“It is. Please, please touch me, Sir.”
“I like when you beg me,” he said huskily. He leaned in and kissed his way up her thigh as his thumb gently rubbed against her clit.
Her passage clenched. He reached the top of her mound, replacing his thumb with his tongue. The tip licked at her, so lightly she groaned. She wanted more. She wanted hard and fast.
“Sh,” he told her in a low murmur. “Soon. First, I just want to explore and play. Remember, no coming without permission.”
Crap this sucked.
“Lay back, hands behind your head.” He told her as he grabbed her leg. He raised it up, placing her foot down on the table. Then he did the same to the other leg, pushing them wide. She was completely at his mercy. And, oh, how he took advantage. The man had some serious skills. His tongue teased her clit. He pushed the lips of her pussy back, offering her clit no protection against him as he flicked it, circled it, then sucked it between his lips.
“Jake! Oh, God, Jake!”
She wished she had something to hold onto, some sort of distraction to take her mind off how much she wanted to come. She couldn’t hold off much longer. A long digit entered her passage. She arched up. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. Jake drew his finger out.
“Stay still,” he growled.
“It’s so hard.”
“If you don’t stay still, I’ll get my rope and tie you up. Then I’ll force you to lie there while I play to my heart’s content. You won’t be able to move, but you won’t be allowed to come either.”
“I’ll stay still. I’ll stay sti
ll,” she promised. Although the idea of the rope did hold a great deal of appeal.
“Another day, then,” he told her. “I think you’ll enjoy being bound. If you’re a good girl, I’ll place a knot just here,” he brushed a finger over her clit, “and give you permission to come as often as you like. But if you’re a bad girl . . .”
She didn’t need the threat laid out for her. She got it. She’d likely be tortured to the point of insanity. She was almost there.
He pushed two fingers deep inside her, moving his tongue back to her clit. This time his touch was firmer, and it was no time at all before she was panting, her whole body one giant nerve ending. So close. She was so close and she couldn’t last. She bit down on her lip. Please let me last.
“Such a good, good girl. You can come, kitten. Come for me now. Let me taste you. Let me hear you scream.”
He flicked her clit with his tongue in firm, fast strokes. Her whole body stiffened, her breath caught in her lungs before she let go, screaming as she fell over into bliss.
Jake quickly stood and reached into his back pocket for the condom he’d put there earlier. He undid his jeans, drawing them down before sheathing his cock. He needed to be inside her, wanted to feel her pulsing around him.
“Put your legs around me, kitten.”
She looked up at him, her eyes dazed, but she wrapped her legs around his hips. They both groaned as he entered her, pushing himself deep. She was wet and slick, and the pulses of her continuing release milked him. He gritted his teeth. Fuck, if he didn’t find some control he was going to come from just one pump.
He drew back, taking a deep breath then drove forward.
“Jake. Jake. Come inside me. Please, take me. Make me yours.”
Oh, fuck. Those words sent shards of desire through his body. His balls tightened. She was his. Maybe not forever, but for the moment. He pulled back then drove forward. But did he want to say goodbye? Could he? Doubt stirred, and he forced himself to push it back. For the first time, the idea of having something permanent with her pulled at him. And instead of making him want to draw back, he found himself embracing it.
His woman.
He let go, his thrusts coming hard and fast. He reached down and placed his thumb over her clit.
“Come again, Molly.”
She shook her head. Her face was flushed, her hair was spilling out against the dark wood of his table. Sweat coated both their bodies. “I can’t.”
“You can. You will. When I tell you to let go, you’re going to come so fucking hard you’ll see stars, you hear me? You will do as I say.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded. He moved his thumb around her clit, circling it but not putting too much pressure on it. With his free hand, he teased her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb then tugging on it lightly.
“Jake! Jake!”
She clenched down around him. He gritted his teeth. Just a bit more. A bit more.
“Molly, come. Come right the fuck now!”
She screamed, exploding around his hard shaft. And Jake let go, flying over the edge.
11
Molly rolled over in bed and stretched with a happy sigh. She opened her eyes, not surprised to see Jake had already gotten up. He wasn’t one for sitting still for long or for sleeping in, unless he’d been up late the night before. She sat up, thinking about how it was hard to believe that two weeks had passed since he’d claimed her at the club. Since then, they’d been back just once to play. Most of the time they’d hung out at his house.
It was easy and fun, and she wasn’t just talking about the sex. Yeah, there was plenty of that and it was amazing. That man had a wicked imagination and he had a lot of energy. She yawned and moved into the bathroom, feeling a bit tired. It was hard for her to keep up sometimes. Thankfully, she’d been able to get a few afternoon naps in or she’d never had survived.
She had a long, hot shower then got dressed. She wondered where Jake was. He didn’t start his shift until noon today. She walked into the kitchen and spotted a note beside the coffee machine.
Got called into work.
Maybe she’d go back to bed. She chewed at her lip. Was she more tired due to the cancer? Was it moving aggressively through her body? Sapping her energy? Fear filled her. She clenched her hands on the edge of the countertop, fighting off the threatening panic attack.
She wasn’t ready to leave yet. Wasn’t ready for the beach, the cocktails, the end.
She wanted to stay here, to be with Jake for as long as she could. To be happy. Oh, God. She didn’t want to say goodbye. She had something good here. Something precious. If she let down her walls she knew she’d fall in love with Jake. She was mostly there already.
The only thing holding her back was knowing it was all going to end. She had to say goodbye. She had to go.
Unless you fight.
Was she doing the right thing by not fighting? If it caused her this much panic at the thought of leaving, shouldn’t she be doing all she could to stay? She didn’t know what to do. Jake had made it clear this wasn’t forever. That he couldn’t commit. And even if he did want more, he didn’t know the whole truth. He hadn’t signed on for a sick partner.
Jake was the strongest person she knew. He was a rock. Nothing phased him. Maybe she should tell him. This wasn’t her; she wasn’t normally so indecisive. She always knew what to do. At least when it came to other people’s lives. When it came to herself she’d always pushed her own wants and needs aside for others.
But keeping a secret like this, it wasn’t right. It went against her nature. If she was her own patient, she’d be urging herself to tell him.
Fuck. Why did she have to find him now? This was so wrong, so unjust. It was so horribly unfair. Her hands clenched into fists and she had to fight hard to hold back her anger, it wasn’t helping anyone.
Life wasn’t fucking fair and she had to just pull up her big girl panties and make sure she got the most out of the time she had left. Easier said than done. Especially now, when she had more in her life than she ever had. Friends, a place that felt like home. Jake.
“This is messed up.” She walked with her coffee into the living room and sat on the sofa. With a sigh, she switched on the TV, but the noise annoyed her. She switched it off and went back into the bedroom.
She made the bed then looked around for something to distract herself with. The open closet caught her attention. Hmm . . . maybe while Jake was out of the house she’d take a little look at that big bag of toys he had. She hadn’t gotten to have a good look inside and she was curious. She grabbed the handles of the bag, dragging it out, surprised by how heavy it was. As she pulled at it, she accidentally knocked a box sitting underneath it, causing the lid to fall.
“Drat.” She grabbed the lid, attempting to put it back on. But something kept it from sitting properly. She pulled the box out so she could get the lid on properly and froze when she saw a photo of Jake sitting on top. He was dressed in a tux, smiling down at a petite, dark-haired woman.
The photo was in an ornate, silver frame. Who was the woman? What did she mean to Jake? Was she an old girlfriend? But then why did he keep a photo of her?
A bad feeling developed in her body as she drew out the photo album resting in the bottom of the box. She opened it. Photos of Jake and this woman filled the album. Smiling, happy photos. A dark feeling hit Molly and she slammed the album shut.
“I shouldn’t be looking at this.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” a dark voice agreed.
She squealed in shock, glancing up to find Jake in the doorway. He was in his uniform, his hat held in his hand as he glared down at her coldly. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, Jake. It was an accident.”
“What? You accidentally went into my closet, where you accidentally pulled out that box and accidentally opened it up and went through the contents. Is that what happened?”
Oh, hell. She’d never heard him sound so hard. His g
aze was glacial. She swallowed heavily. He had every right to be furious with her. She’d poked her nose in where it didn’t belong.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have been looking through your stuff. I’ll just put it—”
“Leave it,” he barked. “I’ll put it away.”
Because he didn’t want her touching it? She stood and backed away. She looked up at him. “I really am sorry.”
He just nodded, his eyes on the first photo.
“She’s beautiful,” Molly said.
Jake swung his gaze back to her, and she really wished she hadn’t said a thing. She’d just wanted to break the tension in the room.
“Maybe I should go.”
“Maybe you should.”
Hurt filled her at his quick agreement. Had she expected he might protest? Might apologize for his reaction? Maybe.
“Um, okay . . . I’ll just get my stuff . . .” She looked around for her bag, remembering it was in the dining room. Tears threatened as she made her way past him. He didn’t move. Didn’t try to touch her. Didn’t even look her way.
She grabbed her handbag and returned. He’d already tidied everything up and put it away.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry again. I’m leaving now.”
Feeling like her heart was breaking, she made her way to the front door.
“Molly, wait.”
Oh, thank the stars.
She turned.
Jake walked towards her, looking more tired than she’d ever seen him look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to react so harshly. I was just caught by surprise.”
“It-it’s okay. I mean, I had no right to go through your stuff.”
“Doesn’t give me permission to act like an asshole. What were you doing in there?”
She blushed slightly. “Um, I wanted to look at your bag of tricks.”
He raised his eyebrows, giving her a stern look. “Without permission. That’s going to earn you some punishment.”
She’d take it if it meant he’d keep talking to her. She tentatively reached out and touched his arm. He still felt stiff. Distant. Her heart ached. “I really am sorry. My curiosity always did get me into trouble.”
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